I’m getting too old for this maaan

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In the coming weeks of exams, I will, for the first time in my university career, not have an exam on my birthday. Instead, I have two of my hardest exams the day before … HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.


This December I will officially be out of my teens; I am turning 20. I don’t know how to feel about it. Age really lost its significance to me when I hit 19. I’m sure 19 was the age for everyone since every college student loves to party and get wasted. For me, 19 just meant I could visit casinos — but that’s another story. Nineteen really is the last milestone in Ontario, unless a lot of people are anxious to rent a car.


Nothing special is going to change in me on my birthday. When I wake up, I&rsquo;ll probably be thinking about how good it feels to be done my exams, or how nice it&rsquo;ll be to go home. I know there won&rsquo;t be a sudden switch in my personality. I know, if anything, I&rsquo;ll be even less mature because I&rsquo;ll probably be watching anime or playing <em>Smash</em>.


I&rsquo;ve never been a party person, any of my friends can attest to that. I&rsquo;d rather stay in than go out, especially with this weather &mdash; good gawd, how do the girls in short skirts put up with this damn weather every Friday? To their dedication to the club, I say good-on-ya. Anyway, yeah, not a big drinker. In fact, I like to be in my apartment by nightfall; can&rsquo;t really explain why, I guess I&rsquo;m just a homebody (as my mother often states). So my birthday is one of the few times of the year I&rsquo;ll be going out to drink (where drink is read as &ldquo;get a little tipsy&rdquo;).


Frankly, at 19, I already feel like an old lady. My eyesight is going to shit, so I&rsquo;m wearing my glasses more and more, I&rsquo;m actively knitting for fun, and I have no idea what the kids are listening to these days because my radio is tuned strictly to CBC Radio 1. Over the summer, I came very close to telling them damn neighbourhood kids to get off my property. My career goals mostly include a government office job with a sweet, sweet pension. Instead of turning 20, I feel like I&rsquo;m already 60.


I guess I&rsquo;m not really mature. It was only this year I finally entered the technology age and got online banking. I still haven&rsquo;t gotten my G license, though I do have an M2, so that sort of makes up for it. I guess I&rsquo;m just old fashioned. I still live in a world were TV is relevant and people take cars everywhere, not public transportation. A world where winter means wearing ski jackets, hats, gloves, scarfs, and heavy boots to make it through the knee-high snow. A world where dinner is chicken with gravy, mashed potatoes, and boiled carrots as a side three nights a week, and the other nights it&rsquo;s pork tenderloin, plus a wild card night on Friday.


Maybe it&rsquo;s my small-town mindset. I like the quiet of the countryside, the slow pace of Sundays, and the darkness of a starry night. I&rsquo;m not a city person, I will openly admit that. Hell, I often tease my friends about their fancy city schools with their fancy IB programs. My school didn&rsquo;t have that, that&rsquo;s for sure. My school sure as hell didn&rsquo;t have them goddamn robotic clubs.


It&rsquo;s funny, even though I&rsquo;ll be turning 20, my parents will probably still say I&rsquo;m 18. My mother often forgets my age (but my mother often calls me by my sister&rsquo;s name so &hellip; my hopes aren&rsquo;t exactly high). Like I said before, age is really an abstract thing. Outside of the law, what do we use it for? Age doesn&rsquo;t dictate where we should be in life: look at our university. There are mature students and students who have skipped grades. People who have returned for a second degree after their first, or people who switched programs midway through their degree. Look at me: I thought I was going to be here four years and bang! I&rsquo;m outtie. But now I plan to take a fifth year to fulfill an (arguably) useful minor.


This birthday, I just want to spend it with my friends and have good, old-fashioned fun. Then I want to go home and celebrate with my family. Simple things. Let&rsquo;s all appreciate the simple things.


But before that let&rsquo;s freak out about exams. KK? Cool.